The Au Pair
Set in a dystopian near future, an au pair comes to London hoping to lift her life from a...

001 :: A Record of Facts
Her first words in London were to a border guard. A nondescript looking man. ...

002 :: Terms and Conditions
The border guard held up his hand miming lifting a suitcase. Luggage....

003 :: Airport
The young woman was seated with her head resting on her hands when a young man came into...

004 :: The Train
The young woman stared out the train window. She watched her new country...

005 :: The Shops
The street was bright. Warm. It was busy. Nice shops. The young...

006 :: Delivery
The young woman and Simon had been standing at the door for nearly five...

007 :: An Entrance Hall
Peter gestured for Naomi to step into the house. Her first step into her new...

008 :: Welcome
Peter knelt next to the small table. He gestured for Naomi to sit. On the...

009 :: How to undress
You can get undressed now. (Peter) Naomi nodded. She was expecting this. ...

010 :: Pubic hair
It is alright to shave your pubic hair. (Peter) Naomi read what he had said. Yes....

011 :: Shower
Would you like to shower now. (Peter) Naomi examined where Peter had shaved her. ...

012 :: Pic
Would you like to take your pic now. (Peter) Naomi looked at him. You must have a...

013 :: Sex talk
Naomi and Peter were sitting on the bed. Neither looked comfortable. You can...

014 :: Watchers
Today I am going to show you the house. Then I will teach you what to do. The...

015 :: The House
Peter followed Naomi up the stairs. She led them to a very large room. The...

016 :: What we do
Cinema. Peter. Select. (Peter) The screen lit up. It had a...

017 :: Making Sushi
Time to cook. (Peter) Naomi stood watching Peter wiping down the kitchen...

018 :: A Table
Peter placed a stool at the end of the coffee table in the sitting area. He laid a...

019 :: Phoebe and George
Hi Peter (Phoebe) Evening Phoebe. Can I take that for you. Diane is in the...

020 :: Letter
Dearest Sister Day two. I woke up to my first full day in London feeling so...

021 :: Exploring her Skroll
Naomi woke in an empty bed. She had gone to sleep alone. Sprawled. In...

022 :: Playback
Naomi touched the picture of the master lifting sushi from her nipple. It was the...

023 :: Ear worm speaker
Naomi looked at the door. It opened. Peter came in. Good morning....

024 :: Coffee
Naomi typed on her Skroll. She spoke in English.. Show my....

025 :: Dreams
Tell me your dreams. (Peter) To have a house like this. To have parties that are...

026 :: Miller
Shall I tell you our duties for today. (Peter) Yes. Please. (Naomi) We have to tidy...

027 :: Letter
Dearest Sister, Day Three. This is the best time of the day, the time I can type...

028 :: First Morning Duties
Naomi woke before the alarm. She sat up. Bold red figures appeared on the...

029 :: Reflection and Revelation
Naomi opened her Skroll. She tapped on her image. Scrolled back to her...

030 :: Breakfast
Peter’s Skroll buzzed. He spoke quietly for Naomi to read the translation...

031 :: Letter
Dearest Sister, Day four. Sometimes things are a little silly here. I made...

032 :: Learning to ehhlie
Peter came into the room. Naomi was lying on the bed. You get used to the...

033 :: Shopping
Naomi and Peter walked down the high street. Across the lights. Back forty...

034 :: The Poor
Peter opened his Skroll. He tapped. The screen changed to blue. He...

035 :: The Gym
Shall I show you the gym. (Peter) Naomi nodded. Peter stood. Naomi...

036 :: Free to laugh
Naomi and Peter walked back to M&S to collect their order. This time the door...

037 :: Two animations by Jack
Naomi lay on the bed. Opened her Skroll. She tapped on the picture of...

038 :: Music to play memories to
A pot of water was boiling in the kitchen. Naomi stood next to it. Peter...

039 :: Letter
Dearest Sister Day five and today I report that everything is just right in...

040 :: Second morning duties
Peter woke Naomi. She jolted. She looked frightened as she worked out where...

041 :: Music, magic and sex
Naomi opened the bedroom door. Peter was sleeping. Naomi put one earpiece in her...

042 :: Cooking is not my thing
Peter came up the stairs. Naomi sat at the breakfast bar. Two bowls. ...

043 :: A mother
Naomi and Peter were sitting at the end of the garden. What this. (Naomi) Oh. ...

044 :: As if not spoken aloud
Peter and Naomi sat in silence at the end of the garden. The Thames on the one end...

045 :: Bathing Diane
Naomi lay asleep on the lower terrace. Peter woke her. Diane will be home...

046 :: Watching a film with Peter
Peter looked up when Naomi entered the cinema room. He pointed to the sofa chair...

047 :: Letter
Dearest Sister Day six and I hope you will write to me soon. Everything has...

048 :: The au pair at work
Naomi awoke in the dark. Her movement caused the alarm to light up. Red...

049 :: Practicing anal
Naomi sat watching the door. Waiting for Peter to come in. When he did she...

050 :: John sets Naomi a task
Naomi sat wrapped in her towel. Just out of the shower. Peter lay on his...

051 :: Cooking breakfast with Maelle
Peter stood in front of the open fridge. Naomi sat at the breakfast table looking...

052 :: Street Advertisement
Naomi closed the door quietly. She was wearing her ehhlies. She had her...

053 :: Sparkle protests
Naomi stopped at M&S. Orders and collections. She tapped the...

054 :: Silence like discouragement
They were quiet in the house. Quite like they did not know how to start a...

055 :: Letter
Dearest Sister Day seven and I can see the potential for me here. The streets...

056 :: Flirting one oh one
Naomi put her Skroll on the shelf. She pulled on her pink gloves. She started...

057 :: No one to talk to
The Skroll buzzed. Naomi picked it up. An alert. Diane wanted to be...

058 :: A numbers games
Peter heard a sigh. He started. Turned to the screen. They were nearly...

059 :: A bull horn
Peter. Bring the bull horn to my room when you are done. (Diane) Diane left the...

060 :: Lessons in erotic dance
Naomi woke before her alarm. She looked at the bold red numbers floating above her...

061 :: Watching the Voyeur
Peter watched her come to the bedroom. She smiled at him. Your dance was totally...

062 :: Practice, practice, practice
Peter came up the stairs. Naomi tidied away her breakfast dishes. She went down to...

063 :: Letter
Dearest sister, Day eight and I am dictating this letter right under that very screen...

064 :: A secret message
Naomi leaned against the advert. She smiled as Jack approached. An...

065 :: Life is peaceful
Naomi did not exercise for long. Half an hour at the gym. She skated...

066 :: Double-time clean
Naomi. Naomi. (Peter) Naomi sat up. Looked at Peter calling her in. ...

067 :: Letter
Dearest Sister, It is still day eight and I am writing an additional note. It is...

068 :: iQ explained
You need to shower. (Peter) She looked at him. Peter stood at the door. ...

069 :: The Man
069 :: The Man A visitor was sitting on the chair. Facing the fire. Diane...

070 :: Letter
Dearest Sister There is so much potential here. Wow, that is quite a sentence to...

071 :: MdMa
Naomi woke in an empty bed. Peter was upstairs taking coffee to Diane's...

072 :: Talking about fucking
Naomi lay on the bed with the speakers in her ears. She was doing an exercise on...

073 :: Liking a minidoc
Peter liked Naomi’s minidoc. Your minidoc is really wow. Were you being a...

074 :: An unexpected request
Peter showed Naomi to the level 1 English classroom. A small room on the...

075 :: The au pair cafe
Peter waited for Naomi in the corridor. He made the sign of drinking from a small...

076 :: Saturdays
You can keep your clothes on today. (Peter) Naomi opened her Skroll. She looked...

077 :: Pegging
Peter entered the room carrying a little black bag. We have to practise this....

078 :: Riding in the dark
At eight Naomi checked her Skroll. Jack was in his house. She dressed. ...

079 :: The invisible man

The door opened. A man led Jack and Naomi down a corridor. They entered a room. It had five people sitting on sofas. Three men. Two women. The man pushed Naomi to the middle of the room. To a wooden stool. He commanded her to strip. She did not understand. She did not understand what they were saying. She did not understand why she was the centre of attention. She looked at Jack. He was looking at the floor. Backing into the shadows. He knew something. He had expected this to happen. The man told Jack to make Naomi strip. He nodded. His head stayed bowed. His eyes watched the man. He opened Naomi’s Skroll. He typed. He showed her the writing.

These are bad men.

You must take off your clothes.

Sorry.

A tear rolled down Naomi’s cheek. She blinked. She did not make any sounds. She breathed slowly. She did not want to take off her clothes. This was not like the masters. She breathed slowly. She looked about the room. Old furniture. Dark wood with stained coverings. Dirty walls. Damp. Mould. Bright lights. Strip lights. For the cameras. Six strangers. Five seated. One standing. And Jack. Jack jerked his hand. Hurry up. Naomi looked down. A tear dropped off her chin. Onto the floor. The dirty wooden floor.

The man moved. Naomi looked up. The man slapped her. Hard. Naomi collapsed. Wailed. Then stood holding her face.

Naomi started to hum to herself. Not clearly enough to work out the song. She started taking off her clothes. She lifted her shirt. Stopped. Sat on the stool. She undid her ehhlies. She placed them under the stool. She puller her tee over her head. She flattened it. Folded it twice. She placed it on her ehhlies. She stood. Pulled down her trousers to below her hips. Sat again. Peeled the tight trousers from her legs. Folded them. Three times. Placed them on her tee. She just had knickers on. Black hipsies. A heart at the crotch. The type you put on for a date. She looked at Jack. He nodded. She lifted her bum slightly. Slid off the knickers. Put them on the trousers. Stayed seated on the stool. Knees together. Proper. It was not a proper situation. Proper did not belong in this room. Her eyes flicked to the door they had come in. She was hoping to be rescued.

The room was silent. Naomi looked about the room. At the five people sitting on the sofas. Her eyes stopped at the man in the shadow. The only shadow in a bright room. He had a drink in his had. It was the man who had been to her house. The man who had turned off the playback of her dance. The invisible man. The man Peter feared. The invisible man would not help her. No one would help her.

The man next to Jack moved. The faces in the room turned. Like the audience watching tennis. Naomi was the show. Naomi and the man. The man knew the script. Naomi knew nothing. These films are always bad. They always shock. The man stepped towards her. Naomi whimpered. A whimper that died in her throat. The man put his hand on her side. She flinched. She did not make another sound. Her tears rolled silently down her face. The man pulled her up. Turned her. Bent her. Her hands rested on the stool. He lifted her arse. He examined her exposed cunt. Naomi tensed. She squatted.

The man slapped her. Hard. An instant red mark on the right arse cheek. The man pulled her arse up. The man rubbed his fingers on Naomi’s face. Wet them with her tears. Brought the fingers to his mouth. Dribbled spit on them. Lubricating them. He grabbed her hair with his left hand. Pushed her face down to the stool. He stuck the lubricated fingers into her cunt. Lifting her arse. He leaned down to her ear. He growled.

You fucking love it. (Man)

Naomi was shivering with silent sobs. She looked at Jack. Pleading him to stop this. To give up what he came for. To lead her out of the room. To say sorry. To explain. To swear to revenge her.

Give it to me now. (Woman)

The man stood. One hand on Naomi’s head. Two fingers in her cunt. He watched the woman. She was talking to Jack. Holding out her hand. Jack kept looking at the floor.

Jesus. You stupid cunt. How did you think this would work. Give it now. (Woman)

Jack kept his head down. He handed Naomi’s Skroll tot he woman. The woman lent back. She opened the Skroll. The man next to her leaned over. He took the Skroll from her. He whispered something to the woman. He stood. Left. Four people left. Just the woman and the man in the room now.

You motherfucking little cunt. You fucking weasel. You think this is a game. You were the one who asked for this little meeting. You were the one who offered your little girlie in exchange. Then you try to fool us with the wrong Skroll trick. You do not know who you are fucking with. You roll his name about on your tongue and you think about it. He is not a dumb fucking cunt. He makes sure he knows everything before the shit goes down. There is no pulling a fast one on him. I do not want a word from you. You are going to bleed. Little motherfucking cunt. Bleed. (Woman)

She held her hand out to the man. He took his hand out of Naomi’s cunt. He pulled a knife from his pocket. Flicked it open. Handed it to the woman. He yanked Naomi’s hair. Turned her to look at Jack. The woman lifted his tee. She walked around him. Pulled the tee over his head. Twisted it about his hands.

You hold your hands up there. If you move your hands I will give him the node. You do not want me to not at him. (Woman)

The woman held the knife to Jack’s chest. She ran it gently along the nipple. It left a fine red line. Little beads of blood pressed out. She pushed the knife in. Indenting the skin. Suddenly she flicked. Through the nipple. Below the nipple. Jack screamed. He brought his hands down. Stopped as the tee caught his head. Put his hands behind his head. Clamped his arms to his head. Eyes screwed shut. Blood ran down his chest. The woman ran the knife across his chest again. She pressed against the other nipple. She flicked. The nipple dangled. It flapped. Rested. Then the blood ran freely. Jack wailed.

You keep your hands above your head. You cunt. You hear me. Open your eyes now. You are going to watch what happens to your little bitch. This is what you did. This is what happens when you think my man is your bitch. (Woman)

The woman crossed over to Naomi. She took hold of her head. She pressed it into the stool. The man dropped his trousers. He spat in his hand. He rubbed his cock. Wetting it. Stiffening it. He placed the tip at Naomi’s cunt. He thumbed his cok in. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The woman leaned on Naomi’s head. Naomi twisted her head slightly. To breath. The man’s thrusts turned into rocking. Turned into nothing.

Bitch is no my type. (Man)

The woman glared at him. He pulled up his trousers.

Just do not tell him. (Man)

The pair left the room. Naomi picked up her tee. She sat on the stool holding her tee over her chest. One minute. Two minutes. Jack had found a cloth. He had torn it into strips. Tied them together. Wound them round his chest. He sat on the arm of the sofa.

Tee in hand. Staring at the floor. Three minutes. Four minutes. Naomi dressed. Put on her ehhlies. Stood waiting at the door. Seven minutes. Jack put on his tee. He opened the door. He opened her ehhlies. His. He untethered his drivewheel. They returned home. Following the wrists and turns. Sometimes on camera. Usually not. At her front gate he said one word.

Sorry. (Jack)

080 :: LonMet report
Naomi closed the front door. She leant her back on the door for three...